After putting off making a dentist appointment for longer than I care to admit, it's done. February 10th is my D-Day. I'm not afraid of the actual procedures or potential pain itself, I've never had a bad experience in that department. Rather, I'm afraid of being yelled at. My last dentist yelled at me for lack of flossing, and I can admit it, I'M A BAD FLOSSER! But don't swear and yell at me, please. Needless to say, I thoroughly "punished" that dentist by never returning to his establishment. Smart, right? My new and hopefully non-verbally abusive dentist is well reviewed by numerous people, as well as the ADA, and in walking distance from home. I have faith my smile will be whipped backed into gleaming shape in no time. Wish me luck!